Moment in Time

This is about a woman going through a metaphorical journey, and being ready to evolve into something more. As she goes through her transformation, she goes through vulnerability, to being awakened and doing new things, to being in love. Then she is trully ready to do what she was created to do.

Submitted:Jan 1, 2013
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Bound to one dream and one path I walked along the seashore. The
shore was hidden, forgotten, and found by the few who were meant
to find it. With each step I took the more lighter my chest was.
The sand sparkled, made up of small broken bits of tan crystals,
and yet the feel of them ground against the bottom of my feet was
warm, comforting. I felt as if I was gone from time, hidden away
with the shore line. Waves came rolling in on the shore, barely
meeting my feet.

Slowly I let my silken robe slip to the sand leaving me to feel
like I had bloomed, shed off the old. I stepped forward into the
coming waves. I closed my eyes in fear of the collision but when
it came it amazed my soul. When opening my eyes I saw the most
beautiful thing that awaited me, and it had longed for this
moment of me finding it.

"The moment I created you it became so clear," the wind
whispered.

"I'm ready," I replied.

I lay down on my back in the shore where the waves could rush in
and cleanse me up to my chin. As they rushed back down my entire
body I shuttered, leaving me to feel vulnerable until the waves
consumed me once more. They came back with a crash. This time
when they rolled back away I looked up with shock at a figure
made of the crystalline sand half faltering and not fully
developed on top of me, between my legs. When it lifted its arm,
most of the sand plummeted from its arm, but in determination the
index finger hand grazed my bottom lip. The waves rushed back up
making the whole figure quickly collapse. I felt as if I was
glowing, with my true colors illuminating my body. My arms
fluttered out, overwhelmingly welcomed to embrace the next
current.

This time when the waves came the figure was fully developed,
panting above me with wondrous eyes, letting the waves slip back
away, far, far, away. We gazed in awe, wondering how we ended up
in each other's presence, and as time went by while I looked in
his eyes it all became clear, and I knew who he was. Everything
zoomed past in order from the beginning in my mind, never giving
away to the never-ending end.

His hand came forth with his finger so close to that bottom lip
in remembrance, but then he was swept away, dissipating in the
air in multiple shades of color. His desperate hand was the last
thing reaching out for me. I flew towards it, jumping from the
balls of my feet with both my hands out. His fingertips slid
across mine and then he was completely gone from me. With sadness
I looked down, beginning to fall. A void of something remarkable,
unexplainable hovered beneath me and my body started to filter a
massive light, eons slammed into one, and then 'poof '.